Walked in, bitch, I'm geeked up (Geeked), come on (Let's go)
Feet up in a Maybach (Sheesh), come on (Ayy)
Live life, you should see some (Should), come on (See me)
Who the one who turn my city up? I'm the one (Yeah)
Touchdown, hop out the flight, I'm home (Okay)
Call this ho but by midnight, I'm gone (Okay)
Up late tryna rewrite my wrongs (Okay)
Switchin' lanes, never switchin' what's
Under my clothes (Geeked, geeked, geeked)
Ayy, bring the party 'round me, shit, I'll, shit I'll fuck it up
I told my momma, "Take more vacations", I done doubled up (Who?)
Who else but me, got my back? Yeah, I'm holdin' up (Oh)
Looked up, thanked God, that I made a mill'
Before I ever gave a fuck (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Walked in bitch, I'm geeked up (Geeked), come on (Yeah)
Feet up in a Maybach, come on (Come on)
Live life, you should see some (Yeah), come on (Yeah)
Who the one who turn my city up? (City up), I'm the one
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh (Yeah)
Truth is, really not too sorry bout the sins
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Big ol' booty, bubble,
I can never fumble with the - yeah(Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Been mindin' my business and swervin' these bitches
I learned from the past but I'm far from finished
I rose from the ash, still smokin' on killer
The truth is the task, they wanna conceal it
I'm turnt to the max, no Henn' in my liver
Big up the bag boy cry me a river
Yo take off them tags, my spirit Margiela
I'm readin' Ram Dass, I'm bumpin' Griselda (Do what thou wilt)
Your body ain't built like this, Scottsdale with a filth light bitch
I smell like guilt, shit get real Irish
Wanna move to the mountains but I'm knee-deep like kilt
Walk through the valley of death,
With a cross on my neck, man, I gotta stand tall like stilt
She wanna fuck up my head,
Imma paint em' all red, then I jump in that -- and I melt
Pen Lord Byron, Bamboo sheets still wake up to sirens, shorty a siren
Swinging that cannon
I've been on deck like a pirate
Gotta be brutally honest, okay
We just arrivin', give me my roses or I'ma start firin'
Everything sunny but I ain't been smilin'
Countin' this money and duckin' the virus
My comfort zone don't exist
Don't even like to reminisce, timeless, I dicthed the wrist watch
Grew up quick, friends call me Big Shot
Life changed since I put down the fisheye
Damn, don't get too woke, you gon' fumble the bag
More that I know its the less I should ask
What I see is weight is your reason to brag
YF2 better aim for the head